There were snowflakes all over the sky, and Ye Chen's figure looked so eye-catching in the vast white world.
The figure of Huo Qilin floated to Ye Chen's side, looking at Ye Chen whose eyes became more and more determined, he said softly: "I have realized the artistic conception!"
"Well! At that moment, I seemed to have entered a mysterious feeling! No matter how I tried to recall it, I couldn't remember the feeling just now! It was as if I had forgotten everything!" Ye Chen muttered softly.
As he spoke, Ye Chen's eyes became extremely indifferent. At this moment, Ye Chen's whole temperament seemed to have changed, and he was indifferent to everything.
With his hands behind his back, Huo Qilin also raised his head and looked at the sky, sighing: "There are three strongest artistic conceptions on the mainland, only self, only emotion, and no self. There are thousands of artistic conceptions, but there is always one artistic conception that has been ignored by others.
Forgetting, that is the artistic conception of selflessness, Ye Chen, maybe you still have time to regret it now, the artistic conception of selflessness is not something you can bear!"
"Selfless mood?" Ye Chen turned away and looked at Huo Qilin and murmured softly, then his eyes condensed and he said lightly: "Why?"
The snowflakes fell above the Fire Qilin and turned into white air and dissipated. The snow where the Fire Qilin was standing melted, and a ball of white air enveloped the two figures.
However, in the vast whiteness, Huo Qilin's eyes looked so eye-catching. After a pause, Huo Qilin said in a deep voice: "The feelings are completely suppressed, and reason dominates thinking. This is the artistic conception of selflessness. Once upon a time, this is what the Four Generations realized.
The artistic conception of selflessness, however, with the emergence of Yueqin Yun, the artistic conception of the fourth generation also appeared. Perhaps it was because of this that the fourth generation was buried in the battlefield outside the territory!"
"Does reason dominate thinking?" Ye Chen whispered softly. Seeing this, Huo Qilin continued: "Forget pain, even forget all emotions, forget yourself in battle, forget moves, ideas, and fears. Martial God Continent does not lack those geniuses.
However, those who enter the state of selflessness are best to indulge in killing! Killing, in a world of selflessness, there is nothing but killing! Ye Chen, you can't afford this!"
"Killing? Haha, I never hate killing, and I will not let killing dominate me!" This was the first time he heard Huo Qilin call him by his name, which showed the seriousness of the matter. Ye Chen paused, his face
- Staring at Huo Qilin with the same solemnity, he said in a deep voice: "Selflessness is the tranquility sought in loneliness. Haha, I'm not afraid!"
Seeing this, Huo Qilin no longer tried to dissuade him, but gave a very complicated sigh. Wasn't it because of his own guidance that Ye Chen took this path in the first place?
He raised his sword and drew it out. Ye Chen's figure started to dance again. Seeing this, Huo Qilin also stepped aside, looking at the y-pei in his hand with complicated eyes, and said in a very complicated tone: "Did you leave this sword for the fourth generation?"
Do you want to guide Ye Chen into a state of selflessness?" After saying that, a muffled voice sounded in Huo Qilin's ears, but then dissipated.
The long sword was swung, and countless sets of sword skills were displayed in Ye Chen's hands. Ye Chen also entered the mysterious feeling again.
Murderous aura filled the air, and Ye Chen gradually forgot himself, and even the whole world. Only the sword in his hand was in his eyes, and his clear eyes sometimes showed determination and sometimes confusion.
"I didn't expect that he would realize the artistic conception at this moment, alas!" Fire Qilin sighed softly, turned into a rainbow and flew towards the Qilin Ring in Ye Chen's hand, and finally disappeared into the Qilin Ring.
The wind and snow are still there, and the figure dances alone in the white world. Looking up from a distance, the figure looks so lonely.
There are no other buildings within a few miles of the ancestral pavilion. Looking up from a distance, the entire ancestral pavilion is like a sharp sword piercing the sky.
There are many magnificent attics. On the top of the library, a beautiful figure stands proudly. The cold wind picks up the snowflakes and also blows the snow-like white dress.
The beautiful figure was thin, and the snow-like skin was slightly pale. Ye Muwan just looked at it quietly. In her sight, the roaring wind and snow gradually drowned Ye Chen's figure.
"Why are you still so desperate now?" Ye Muwan murmured softly, her tone was extremely low, and there was finally a trace of intolerance in her eyes.
However, the words Ye Chen said to her always lingered in her mind. A few moments later, Ye Muwan sighed softly and said bitterly: "Ye Chen, you are really buried in loneliness!"
Before she finished speaking, Ye Muwan's figure fell lightly into the snow, and the tracks of two rolling wheels emerged on the snow, and it was Ye Tian.
Snowflakes still fell all over Ye Tian's body, and Ye Tian's eyes were also looking in the direction of the ancestral pavilion. At this moment, he realized that not only was there a gap between him and Ye Chen in talent, but there was also a gap in effort.
With a sigh, Ye Tian said in a slightly lower tone: "Maybe that's it, he can always leave his peers behind, without even a chance for others to catch up!"
Ye Muwan came to Ye Tian's side and patted the snowflakes off Ye Tian's body. A trace of regret appeared on her face because she had to face the cruel fact that she could only live in a wheelchair in her next life.
Sensing the pity on Ye Muwan's face, Ye Tian gently shook his head, patted the back of Ye Muwan's hand and said with a smile, "I'm fine, sister!"
"Yeah!" Ye Muwan smiled softly, turned around and pushed Ye Tian's wheelchair. A rattling sound was heard, and the two figures disappeared into the wind and snow.
The cold wind stirred up snowflakes all over the ground, and the snowflakes fell to the sky with the wind. Frost hung on the branches beside the stone path.
However, at this moment, a melodious and clear sound of the piano sounded, blowing through the white world like an unwind, as if announcing the arrival of the unseasonal season.
The sound of the piano seemed to have a soothing charm, and the faces of the busy Ye family disciples showed smiles. The sound of the piano hovered over the Ye family, overwhelming the roar of the cold wind.
In the shadow of the snow, Ye Chen's movements were still as smooth as ever, and at the same time, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.
A long time ago, he was dancing his sword quietly like this, and she was also playing the piano quietly, and the same was true for that figure in the courtyard.
The sound of the piano was sometimes low and sometimes high, and Ye Chen's sword style was also changing. When the sound of the piano stopped, Ye Chen's figure also stopped, turned around, and looked at the source of the sound.
Sheathing the sword, Ye Chen had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were always so sharp, and he stepped forward, but it was in vain.
It was still the courtyard. The pear tree in the courtyard was covered with frost. The entire courtyard was empty except for the eye-catching tombstone.
Snowflakes fell on the tombstone, and the figure was still drawing out and sheathing the sword tirelessly, while in the middle of the courtyard was a beautiful shadow.
The slender right hand moved on the strings, and the low and clear sound of the piano floated out. Ye Chen's footsteps also stopped. At this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly changed. Sometimes, the sound of the piano was like a stream, winding and flowing.
It plays thousands of times; sometimes it is beautiful, gentle and close to the soul; the high notes soar to the sky, the low notes touch the bottom, but this short song vividly embodies the infatuated love between a man and a woman.
Mu Chen also stopped swinging his sword, his ears surrounded by the tear-jerking music of the piano, his eyes still blankly looking at the cold tombstone, and a drop of love tears slipped from the corner of his eyes.
"I don't know why I'm crying, just because I feel heartache!" Mu Chen's voice was slightly hoarse, and amid the sound of the piano, his empty eyes rarely changed at all.
The sound of the piano still continued. Looking at the figure and the lonely tombstone, Ermeng had a sad look on her face that she could not understand.
The east wind does not come, and the March catkins do not fly. You are as careless as the stagnant water! Ta-ta-ta! The footsteps sound and the sound of the piano disappears.
The second dream stopped, looked at the figure standing in the courtyard and looked at each other, and shouted softly: "Teacher!"
The voice was sweet, like a stream of heat blowing in this cold winter. After hearing the words, Ye Chen's sharp eyes disappeared, and his eyes were still gentle, just like before.
Ye Chen chuckled and nodded, striding towards Ermeng, patting the snowflakes that fell on Ermeng, taking the guqin in Ermeng's arms, sitting on the snow, looking up slightly,
Looking at the second dream in surprise, Ye Chen chuckled and said: "Sad piano music is not suitable for you, it really is not suitable! Because you are still a little kid!" Hearing this, Second Meng's face couldn't help but blush, and he glared fiercely.
Ye Chen glanced at it.
In response, Ye Chen smiled softly, with gentle hands. He plucked the strings with his left hand, and the crisp sound of the piano sounded. In an instant, Ye Chen's slender fingers also started to pluck the silver strings.
The rise and fall of the fingers are extremely coherent, and the playing rhythm is as if it was made in heaven, forming a whole of its own.
The melodious piano music floats out, which is different from the sad music of the second dream. The piano music is cheerful, the melody is soothing, and it is like singing and weeping, making people involuntarily indulge in it.